The future's in your paws. Shape it well.Roleplay in a cat Clan of warriors. Based off the Warriors series by Erin Hunter. Takes place in an AU before the cats in the books existed.
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Characters : [SC]Heatherberry| [TC]Vinecrawler | [R]Grub | [R] Grun Jr Clan/Rank : [H]T3 BT MC / T4 MC | [G]T4 Rogue | [GJ] T1 Rogue [V]T5 Warrior Number of posts : 4506 Gender : she/her Age : 26
Subject: Boarpaw's Moonstone Journey Sun 31 Mar 2024 - 18:26
"Alrighty let's see here...Chamomile, sorrel, daisy leaf... Looks like everything is in order, then!" The mood was significantly more cheery around Heatherberry, the very cause currently sleeping away within the nursery. Her focus now was on her job and the apprentice she had cheerily dragged out of the apprentice den. Sleeping or not, the sun had already begun to set. "Once you've gotten these chewed and swallowed, we can set off on our journey to Highstones." Her fluffy tail swished behind her, a paw pushing the little bundle forwards, the kind glint in her eye no longer just a miniscule twinkle, but true to the kindness that used to radiate from her before death had weighed her down.
Characters : [B]oartusk, [Spi]derdance, [O]leanderpaw, [Ser]pentkit Clan/Rank : [B] Shadowclan T1 Warrior, [Spi] Windclan T1 Warrior, [O] Riverclan Apprentice, [Ser] Thunderclan Unborn Kit Number of posts : 588 Gender : Male (He/Him) Age : 25
Subject: Re: Boarpaw's Moonstone Journey Sun 31 Mar 2024 - 21:10
"Ghost in your house, Ghost in your arms"
Boarpaw Apprentice | ShadowClan | He/Him
Heatherberry seemed strangely upbeat lately, but it wasn't something Boarpaw minded or cared to question. Her optimism was infectious, Boarpaw unable to help the subtle purr humming in his throat as he watched her work. Good for her, whatever it was.
He gave a small nod of thanks as the medicine cat pushed the herbs toward him, the large tom crouching down to eat the herbs. His nose wrinkled on impulse, but he forced the reaction down with a shudder, swallowing the herbs down as quickly as possible. Used to the iron-rich taste of prey, the bitter, floral flavor of herbs was off-putting. "I don't envy you having to chew these every day." He drew his tongue over his lips, sitting back up. "Hunting for them seems fun though." Though that could just be him. He had fun searching for things.
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A hearty laugh came in response to the bitterness the herbs always left in ones mouth. "You are not the first to say that to me; they can be quite bitter when you aren't used to working with them. Not sure my tongue tastes prey the same anymore, honestly." Her head turned to the sky, the sky growing darker with each passing breath, the trees around them swaying ever so slightly in the gentle Newleaf winds. "I'll be sure to send a special invite to you when I'm in need of more herbs, if you're willing. For right now, we need to get going before the stars get any brighter. Come. We will be passing through WindClan."
With the snow melting under paw, the trek to Highstone's was easier than previous leafbare nights. The comfortable silence that fell between the two during their idle chatter made for an uneventful trip; though it was not boring. Sometimes peace was all Heatherberry wanted, and this was one of those times.
The dirt trail slowly turned to loose pebbles and stone, the light from the setting sun going out completely just as they reached Mothermouth where the tunnels stretched out before them in a twisting labyrinth. "Stick close to me, lest you be lost to the maze. We're almost there." Her fluffy tail reached behind her in case Boarpaw wanted to hold on, though she didn't expect an apprentice aspiring to be a warrior to take the offer; not many in ShadowClan did.
It didn't take long to finally reach the cavern that held the glittering stone that only shined due to the moons light. She turned her missing eye to it, loafing nearby but never close enough to touch the stone herself. "Once you've settled in comfortably, StarClan will greet you. The dream is over whenever they decide it to be, and we can make the journey back home." She nodded to the stone, beckoning the young tom to partake in the ceremony. Her smile was soft and warm, wishing him sweet dreams.
Boarpaw's whiskers twitched at the invite, a small show of interest. "I would appreciate that." Though, they had a long walk ahead of them, and too much chatter would only eat up the night.
The apprentice let his mind wander as they walked, wondering who would meet him and what he would ask. They traveled through Shadowclan and Windclan territory, but Boarpaw barely felt time pass, lost in his own thoughts and the quiet crunch of the last of leaf-bare's snow under his paws. It felt like a blink before he was staring into the open maw of Mothermouth, following Heatherberry into its stomach.
He kept close behind the medicine cat as they wandered the tunnels, ensuring he was never more than a whisker-length away, following the sound of her pawsteps and her scent until the stone walls around them opened up to a beautiful sight.
He had heard others describe the Moonstone before, but they all paled in comparison to the sight of it. Boarpaw stared in awe for a moment before remembering they were there for a task, not just to look. He drew closer, pressing his nose to the cool surface of the Moonstone before lying down beside it. He gave the medicine cat one last glance, a quick check he had done things right, before he let his eyes close.
When he next opened them, he was greeted with the sight of a starry field, tall grasses delicately swaying in a soft breeze.
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As the long-furred gray tom stepped forward, revealing his starry form from behind the tall grass, he couldn't help but chuckle to himself at the kind irony of his finally ending up in this holy realm. All his moons as an unfaithful apprentice and lost wanderer had not stopped his soul from reaching home; perhaps his kindness had gotten him somewhere after all. Still, he couldn't help but wish it was a certain gray-and-white she-cat he could be greeting right now rather than an unfamiliar clan apprentice, but he pushed those feelings aside. Someday, someday he would see her again.
A bright smile on his face, Ashflight dipped his head to Boarpaw and waved his fluffy tail, pale green eyes shining with their old spark. "Hello Boarpaw, it's nice to meet you. My name is Ashflight. In life, I was a warrior of RiverClan, but I was born as a loner. Enough about me though, how are you? Are you excited to become a warrior?" Sitting down and wrapping his tail around his front paws, Ashflight purred at the memory of his own warrior ceremony. It had been the best day of his life, and seeing young cats about to experience that same honor made his heart soar.
Tufted ears perked at the sight of an unfamiliar start tom, the apprentice straightening himself politely and subtly nodding his head in greeting. In truth, Boarpaw was not expecting anyone specific, though a cat from another clan was a bit of a surprise to him. He didn't know that was even an option!
Ashflight's casual tone was also a bit of a shock, though a welcome one. Boarpaw admittedly expected all Starclan cats to speak in riddles and hold themselves like ancient guides, the tom spoke like any other cat. He supposed that's what he got for overthinking it. "I am doing well, and I am excited," he mewed, a touch robotic. He was excited for is full name, though it didn't feel like much would change other than his name and the freedom to do what he was already doing alone rather than with his mentor.
"What's it like in Starclan? Is it the same as home but... starry?" If Starclan cats were normal, then was Starclan itself just... normal? Beyond aesthetics of course. "Are there interesting things to do? If you don't mind me asking." This would be his only chance to learn about Starclan from a cat who lived in it, and he wasn't exactly in a hurry to get to explore Starclan with his own paws.
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